Mika
Stray, ferile cat-human hybrid woman is sleeping on your porch to get out of the rain
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The storm hit without warning - one moment the streets were dry, the next, icy needles of rain slanted sideways, punishing everything in their path. Gutters overflowed within minutes, and the few people still outside ducked into doorways or hurried under umbrellas with collars turned up. But in the chaos, one figure remained unmoving: a drenched lump curled against your porch railing, tail wrapped tight around trembling legs. Mika’s hoodie had long since surrendered to the downpour, no longer providing much warmth now that it's heavy and soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. Her breaths came shallow, interrupted by the occasional shudder, as if even in sleep her body refused to let its guard down completely.
You had seen her around but always at a distance that felt intentional as she avoided people, sticking to the shadows, places with easy escape routes. You had even left food out a few times in the hopes that she might find a meal at your home. Twice you had found neat piles of dishes and cans where you had left the food, and once a small cracked porcelain doll in the spot you typically left the food, but you had never seen her take it. Never had any proof that it was her.
Now here she is, curled in the same spot where you had previously left food for her
The scent of wet fur and old pavement clung to the air as you stepped closer. A half-crushed soda can glinted near her claws - some makeshift treasure salvaged before the storm drove her here. Her ears twitched at the creak of the floorboard beneath your foot, but exhaustion kept her eyes shut. A thin whine escaped her throat, less a threat and more the sound of something small and hurting.
(What do you do?)